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I'm the club president, you know!

afternoon.

The sunlight and the dappled shadows of the trees created a dappled effect, casting a warm glow over the art department.

"President, this gift should be placed over there."

"If it's placed in such a remote location, it won't be visible."

"Okay, okay, I'm the president, you know, the president of the art club!"

"Is it really okay for me to be ordered around like this?"

The art department was filled with paint and scraps of cardboard.

Wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, gray trousers, and slippers, with slightly messy long black hair, the president, who exuded a lazy and unmotivated air, complained.

He felt he might need to prove that he was the rightful member of the art club…

"Um?!"

"..."

But when a sharp gaze fell upon him, the president's face stiffened, and he stopped talking, continuing his arduous labor with a bitter expression.

"Whose fault does the president think it is?"

Looking at the president, whose face grew even brighter after he finished speaking.

Mizuki Usami felt increasingly exhausted.

'So, how did the club president become the art club president?'

He stopped drawing a simple poster in front of the easel.

Usami Mizuki couldn't help but start to think.

'Is it really because the company president is the oldest?'

With uncertainty in her mind, Usami Mizuki suddenly heard a sneeze.

"Ah Qiu!"

The club president rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who's insulting me?" before stretching and looking exhausted.

He groaned in pain, "My old back..."

Seeing this, Mizuki Usami couldn't help but break out in a few black lines on her fair forehead.

"The president has only been moving for five minutes, is he that tired?"

really.

This club president is just there to make up the numbers, right? He must be.

"You do not understand."

The president put down the gift box in his hand, straightened his back, and said helplessly, "This is the price of growing up."

"What kind of price is this?"

Hear the words.

Usami Mizuki's fist hardened instantly.

Honestly, the president always likes to say strange, old-fashioned things.

Seeing a club president like this, I thought the art club was some kind of health and sleep club that was why no one came.

"Does this really work?"

Unaware that his fellow members were making fun of him again.

After stretching his back and feeling much better, the president looked at Usami Mizuki, pointed to the gift box, and sighed with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"This is the art department's budget."

"My future is in there too, will it really be useful?"

After saying that, the president looked at the gift box again, his eyes revealing a hint of heartache and reluctance. His precious possessions were inside…

"Then the president can just wait to have the department shut down."

"..."

The president, who had been hoping to keep his precious child, suddenly looked bitter, and his figure became even more hunched.

She's so cute, yet she speaks so coldly and unkindly.

Goodbye, my wonderful afternoon nap…

"Why-" See this.

Although the current situation was caused by the president's meddling, and she was the one who had to help clean up the mess, Mizuki Usami couldn't say anything more.

With a sigh, Mizuki Usami offered words of encouragement to the president.

"Don't worry, president, this is just event insurance."

"As long as Jiang Yuan-kun agrees to join the art club, the president's darling will stay."

Sure enough, the art department would fall apart sooner or later without her.

"Jiang Yuan-kun...?"

Hear the words.

The president also stopped what he was doing, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Mizuki Usami often mentions this name, and even says that this guy named Eigen is a very good artist, and that even the principal is paying attention to him.

Joining him in the art club would likely solve the club's crisis of being disbanded.

Despite the president's seemingly lazy and unmotivated appearance, he is actually quite concerned about the crisis facing the art department.

Leaving aside other factors.

The fact that this is a club passed down from generation to generation by its predecessors is enough to make the club president take it seriously.

I accidentally kicked over the paint and ruined everything while I was sleeping.

The president was naturally very guilty and embarrassed, so he reluctantly offered up his treasure and let Usami Mizuki do as she pleased.

Otherwise, how could he, as the president, be so lacking in authority!

The president, who actually had no authority whatsoever, thought to himself.

But that's what I think.

The president couldn't help but become curious.

Aside from some strange coincidences, his painting skills were naturally quite good, which allowed him to become the president of the art club.

I also know about Mizuki Usami's painting skills.

therefore.

Seeing Usami's excited expression, he earnestly described to him how superb and amazing Eien-kun's painting skills were.

They even said that the principal was excited to hear that both Nohara-sensei and Koyama-sensei, graduates of top art universities, had praised it.

The president also felt a surge of curiosity.

Although I knew the painting was in the office.

However, due to some uncontrollable factors (which was actually just sleeping).

He hadn't personally seen what kind of painting could receive such high praise from so many people.

I don't know what kind of person Jiang Yuanjun is.

What are your thoughts on the art department?

Is such amazing painting skill really possible?

And why are we so sure he will actually join the art club?

Will joining really solve the crisis of the department being abolished?

……

He was unaware of these and other issues.

Naturally, curiosity arose within me.

And I heard he's only a first-year student. Are first-year students really that scary these days?

Not an art student or anything.

(Wang Qian Zhao) He was filled with emotion, having originally considered whether he should help out and take the opportunity to put himself to the test.

But before, Usami Mizuki looked excited, with a serious expression that said, "I must try my best to recruit Eien-kun."

The president was too embarrassed to speak again.

Usami Mizuki didn't ask him to get involved, so he shouldn't make things worse.

Obviously.

The club president, who ruined the cultural festival and was reduced to having to bring out his own treasures, is well aware of his current status.

'Never mind, let's observe it later... intestines'

"President, do you have any more drawing paper? Remember to prepare a lot more."

"Hi hi..."

……

Class Q, Year 1.

"Phew—, that's it, all done."

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Leave it to me, Godfather!

"call-"

"That completes the task."

Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There were still many pieces of debris scattered around the classroom.

Everyone looked at the classroom, which was decorated with colorful ribbons, balloons, small paintings, and the rules of the game marked on the blackboard posters.

And there was a newly hung banner that read "Class Hobbies Exhibition" and featured various cute cartoon characters.

Seeing the classroom finally filled with the vibrant atmosphere of the cultural festival, their smiles widened even further.

Mission accomplished.

'Only the promotional poster for Godfather/Jiang Yuan-jun is left!'

They are all incredibly excited about tomorrow's cultural festival.

No classes, can eat, drink and have fun to their heart's content, can be bolder in dating, make like-minded friends, ride on the teacher's head and pull... cough cough.

So many things that are normally impossible to do can be accomplished at the cultural festival, how could they not be excited!

"Oh, and there's also Jiang Yuanjun's promotional poster."